Short Story: Tiger, Basketball, Kisses


A tiger's kisses probably feel like ice-cold metal. 

His razor-sharp teeth, dripping with drool, undoubtedly linger in your field of vision. 

Will you be able to concentrate on his lips? Forget for a moment that it's a tiger who's breathing in your face. 

I don't think so. 

I think the moment your lips touch his skin, it'll feel like a basketball is thrown against your face with hard velocity: either you're knocked out, or you flinch with pain in your head. 

Is there anyone who wants to test if this theory is true?

This story is written with the input of 3 words, given by newsletter reader Esmiralda: Tiger, basketball, kisses